“Somewhere away from here, I think. D’you have a favourite place, Steve? I don’t really go out a lot, so I don’t know as much of the city as I could.” A faint drawl filtered into her words. “I could really use a cider, personally. We can talk about something besides all this,” and Summer waved a hand behind her at the detritus.
“Honestly, it’s Tony who knows this city best. But I think there’s a nice little place just up ahead. Tea, hot chocolate, cider, coffee, you name it, they have it.” he explained, regaining a sense of cheer. “Does that work?”
“That suits me down to the ground. So tell me, Mr Rogers,” Summer winked at him, “What do you do when you’re not saving the world from evil aliens, mad mutants, and crazy scientists? Girlfriend, day job, independently wealthy?” She gave him a big smile to let him know she was teasing, and unlatched her armour to reveal a deep red undershirt.